‘We wait. Each of us dying slowly in the prison of our minds…‘

The Things That Really Matter
‘We wait. Each of us dying slowly in the prison of our minds…‘
‘How can you eat a greasy croissant while you’re cutting up dead bodies?‘
‘The clouds are swirling. There will be tears shed over the bay...’
‘I am the writing on the wall, the sweet smell of blood. Be my victim...’
‘I’m afraid you’re stuck with boring old me for six weeks…’
‘Fame has a fifteen minute half-life, infamy lasts a little longer…’
‘We will not allow this time of darkness to extinguish the everlasting light…’